Chapter 19: Alpha Males

Stacey and her friend blocked the bathroom exit. "What did you hear?" they asked me, threateningly.

"Me?" I asked, looking around to see if there was anyone else they were talking to. "I don't hear much. A lot of wax gets caught up in-"

"What did you hear, weasel?" Stacey interrupted me.

"So aggressive," I commented, shaking my head.

I washed my hands with extra soap and calmly walked over to the dryer. I made them wait awkwardly while I dried my hands. The noise prevented any of us from hearing each other.

And gave me an extra minute to collect my thoughts.

How to get out of this situation with minimum drama... I wish there was a Youtube tutorial for these kinds of things.

"You heard everything, didn't you?" Stacey's friend guessed.

"Yes," I admitted, "I was paying extra attention."